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The Unlikeliest Of Threats
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"GET HIM, YOU WORTHLESS SONS A GITCHES!!!"

It was a name that commanded power and fear among Gotham City's underworld. They had all heard the stories... the legends, the myths... All unproven, but all enough to gather them to his side for hired help. Scarface had commaned power and fear.

But this? This was rediculous.

The men hesitated in listening to the puppet that layed on Arnold Wesker's arm, holding the laughably small machine gun as he spouted orders with enough force to make him seem serious. But they still had difficulty believing that after all this time, He was the one they were afraid of. It had to be a joke.

"DON'T JUST STAND THERE!", The puppet screamed. "GET HIM! GET THE GAT!"

But it was too late. By the time the farthest gunman could turn, Batman was already in the air, landing ontop of him with a dropkick that would surely crush his windpipe for a good week. But not enough to keep him from talking. Oh no. Batman wasn't done with any of them yet.

He looked up, eyes locked on Wesker as his various hired thugs tried to shield him from The Dark Knight's infamous "brand of justice" that the tabloids had reported on, but... much like this puppet, hadn't been taken seriously up until this point.

The streets had been cleared by the gunfire, scaring off any newsreporters and civillians in the area. They had done it to seize the area in a turf war against rival gangs. But what they hadn't realised is that they had given Batman all that he needed to fight back, without distraction.

"Make it easy on yourselves.", Batman growled at them, once he had revealed himself from the cloaked darkness of Gotham's skyline. "Surrender. Or suffer."

Some took Batman's warning for granted. Others... the 'smart' ones, ran for their lives. He didn't worry about them. Gordon and his men would easily subdue them by the time they reached the other side of Gotham Square. All he wanted was Wesker. And the puppet that shouted numerous profanities at him. Whether Wesker was insane, or the puppet had a mind of it's own... It didn't matter. Gotham had endured Scarface's reign for far too long.

Leaping into the hoarde of gangsters that surrounded Scarface, Batman began viciously making his way towards the panicking Wesker.

"M-Mr. Scarface... Don't you think we should... you know... um... leave?", Wesker asked.

The puppet's head immediately turned, sharply.

"WHAT'RE YA, A GITCHY LITTLE TWIT?! THAT GAT IS COSTIN US MOOLAH! WE'RE GONNA GEAT HIS GALLS OFF AND FEED HIS CORPSE TO THE GIRDS!", The puppet yelled.

Batman spun, smashing his forearm across one of the opposing gangster's faces. With a back kick to another one, Batman was beginning to lose intrest in beating these thugs senseless. Without even trying, he had taken out half of them. He wondered if Parker was having better luck with his sewer assignment, as he took one of the thug's arms, and threw him into another.

Turning, Batman slowly walked towards Wesker and Scarface, who were now alone as Batman stepped over their protectors' unconcious bodies.

"MR. SCARFACE! WE NEED TO LEAVE!"

"SHADDUP YA GIG PUSSY!", The puppet responded, raising his gun-attatched arm to Batman's chest as he approached. Batman simply stared, for a moment, looking down at his miniaturised opponent.

"EAT GULLETS YA GIG ASSED-"

And that's when the puppet began screaming in pain, as Batman effortlessly tore off the arm, and threw it over his head, unamused. Scarface turned to Wesker, placing his other plastic hand over his now cotton filled hole for a socket.

"WHAT'RE YA STANDIN' AROUND FOR?! GEAT HIS ASS! GEAT THE GATMAN! WHAT DO I PAY YA FOR?!"

Scarface's screams of anger were silenced the minute that he found a Batarang loged into his eye. Taking the puppet by the head, Batman pulled it from Wesker's arm, and threw it into a nearby wall, smashing it's head in half. Wesker's eyes went wide, as Batman turned to him.

"If I ever have to listen to that thing again, Wesker...", Batman said, leaning closer to the Ventrioloquist. "You're mine."

Wesker slowly nodded, terrified, before Batman leaped into the air, and into the night, letting the police arrive and handle them both.

This would be a night neither Scarface, Arnold Wesker... nor Batman, unfortunatley, would ever forget.

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